Adventure
Captain Comet
Nathan was a sharp-eyed child and his keen eyes allowed him to see the greatest of details no matter how big or how small. Capable of counting marching ants on an ant hill or viewing the moonlit craters in the night, Nathan considered this his one superpower.
By Michael A Mendoza5 years ago in Fiction
The Key of Life
The groaning of metal filled the room as the lights flickered off for a second and then sputtered on again. Murmurs swept across the room full of about fifty people—all that were left of the Survivors—and a baby began whimpering, despite its mother’s attempt at comfort.
By Allison Reeves5 years ago in Fiction
Space Program
Space Program A Rob C. Johnson Short Story Today was the type of day where you’d often wonder how things would turn out. Today was a day filled with people lined up outside the new place they’d just finished under construction. It was well-fenced off. It was one with the fences topped off with outward hooks, making it hard to infiltrate. The attraction must’ve been huge, which would’ve been the only reason to enjoy these trash-ridden streets of downtown. The trash was my responsibility for having “sticky-fingers”. My supervisor hovered over us like vultures to dying corpses. He stopped and snapped me out of my trance; my moment of clarity of the Space Program, reduced to dashed hopes.
By Rob C. Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Nara of Ninavarre
Palla had left too late. There was easily two miles between her and shelter, there was no way she would make it before the storm hit, and even if she could her running would falter soon. Weeks of endless travel without her stag had left her legs wobbly and her breathing trying, but she hardly noticed. Palla felt the weight of the heart-shaped locket beating against her chest and ran faster.
By Tristan Carr5 years ago in Fiction
Heart Sketch
Professor Holly Denby put her head in her hand and leaned hard on the desk. Paperwork had been the bane of her life before the Shift. It was fast becoming the same after, for different reasons. Before, she’d had useless paperwork and the easiest possible circumstances under which to finish it. Now, she had paperwork that meant literal life and death for a town of more than two hundred people, bad ink, bad pens, bad paper, a desk that had come from the landfill, a terrible old chair that made her back ache, and only a couple hours of daylight in which to complete the odious task once her rounds were done.
By Kathryn Carson5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #16 Going on the Ghost Tour Excitement Fills the Air!
Tonight, you and Jordan have made the huge decision to go through the Ghost Tour, nervous excitement travels quickly through your body causing goose bumps to form rapidly across your skin. Thinking to yourself, “What is all this stuff? Is it real? What if a Ghost gets me and I can’t move? What then? Who is going to save me?”
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
My End is My Beginning
Part One: HER They part for him like the Red Sea. We didn’t have to see him to know when he came, we just had to watch. As kids, hiding behind the cloth of a mother’s dress or peaking through the cracks of a toppled house. As adults, from rooftops where we could catch a better glimpse or through the barrel of a gun as we waited for a good shot.
By Bri Soderberg5 years ago in Fiction
Deus Mons
He was homeward-bound. His foray into the denser forests and crumbling structures of the opposing valley had been successful. Fuelled by the praises and adoration he would receive upon his return to the hamlet, he had decided to risk the weather. Thirty-odd years, by his best judgement, of wandering, searching, scavenging, had given him the knowledge and experience to survive almost all the hazards the treacherous environment was want to throw at him. This storm, however, was different. This storm aroused an almost forgotten emotion from deep within his steadfast being.
By Josh Mellor5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #3 Going for Supper Before Checking out the Ghost
Going for supper before following a ghost is always a great idea. As you and Jordan make your way down your driveway you notice it’s only 4pm. With an hour to spare before lunch you have decide to stop at the recreational center, just to check it out. Entering East door, first thing you notice are free pinball machines, heading there right away, it has been a long time since ever seeing one no matter being able to play one.
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
